In the deep

To me you are

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Y/n POV

All you knew is that everything hurt but you were alive. That was the one nice thing about feeling pain but you knew your time was limited and you needed to find an out. There was no time for sad thoughts or taking a trip down memory lane, if you wanted to be alive by the end of the day you needed to get out.

Looking around the room for a possible key to the chains of your hands or a way to get off of the ceiling you were attached too but of course it wasn't that easy. The heavy metal chain was wrapped over a pipe that ran across the ceiling and you were pretty sure one of your shoulders were dislocated so strong arming it wasn't an option.

The pipe was only about a inch and half diameter and rusted to hell so there was a chance you could break it lose by giving enough force. It was going to take more force than you just trying to pull it with one arm and your feet not on the ground. Taking a few deep breaths preparing for the amount of pain that was about to come along with what was next you grabbed the chain with your hands and started lifting your legs off the ground.

Everyone fiber in your body was screaming in pain as you mustered the strength to bring your legs up to allowing your feet to come up to the pipe above you. Now it was time for the painful part, you closed your eyes and tried picturing anytime to bring you any relief from the pain and the only image that entered your mind was Bucky.

His devilish smile, the way he called you doll, how soft his lips were against yours.

Then you let go.

The free fall of your body to the ground was enough weight to crack the pipe causing you to crash on the ground, you also discovered that your shoulder wasn't dislocated before but now it was. Groaning as quietly as your body would allow you stood up on your bare feet. The leggings and sweater that you had been wearing when you left the compound were covered in your own blood and dirt, there was rips through the fabric from where Karpov had cut you with the knife laying on the table.

You grabbed your now dead phone and the knife off the table. Sadly you didn't have any pockets so you secured the phone in your bra before tip toeing to the metal door in the room listening carefully to any noise. Someone had to of heard you fall but there were no footsteps headed towards you or any voices, just the sounds of you panted breathing.

Your fingers reached the handle of the door and you cautiously turned it opening the door as quietly as it would allow you too holding your breath as you did it. Greeted with a dimly lit hallway you only had one way to go, straight down it. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the handle of the blade and moved one foot in front of the other while your other hand held onto the links of the chain that was still secured around your wrists.

On more than on occasion in your life you had been in extreme danger, your time in the military and even with the Avengers but you had never been more fearful than you were now. You had never been this severely injured and had no idea what you were going to find around the corner. You were never at a disadvantage like this.

The long hallways began to end with a hard turn to the right and you began to hear muffled voices and light footsteps, you hugged the wall right next to the corner of the hall waiting as the footsteps got closer, the only advantage you had of the element of surprise.

The light footsteps grew louder and louder as the neared you from the sound of the boots hitting the concrete floors you could tell there were two men. With one last deep inhale you jumped from your spot and swung the knife down only to hear it clank than snap against something metal. With the knife broken you swung the chain only for it to be caught and broken by a metal hand. Your eyes widen and you were met with a pair of piercing blues ones.